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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ella Langley
Ella Langley
Vocals
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Bass
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Piano
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Pedal Steel Guitar
Will Bundy
Will Bundy
Background Vocals
Meg McCree
Meg McCree
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ella Langley
Ella Langley
Songwriter
Joybeth Taylor
Joybeth Taylor
Songwriter
Chris LaCorte
Chris LaCorte
Songwriter
Meg McCree
Meg McCree
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Bundy
Will Bundy
Producer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Engineer
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Editing Engineer
Nick Zinnanti
Nick Zinnanti
Editing Engineer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

The thing about a small town, word's gonna get around He said, she said thing Like who burned who, who's with somebody new Did you see the look on her face? Yeah It's been a while since I've seen that smile In the light of this neon dive I ain't mad anymore, ain't the me from before Ain't nobody wrong or right So, no, I don't blame you For walkin' through the door Snakeskin boots dancin' 'round the floor And I can't blame me for doin' my hair Wearin' those jeans, lettin' you stare Yeah, it all went down 'round these four walls If it's anyone's fault, it's the lime and the salt For breakin' this broken heart, I blame the bar If it wasn't for the band and the lighter in your hand Might've never had the chance to meet If it wasn't for the drinks, the sayin' what we think We wouldn't mean a thing No, I don't blame you For walkin' through the door Snakeskin boots dancin' 'round the floor And I can't blame me for doin' my hair Wearin' those jeans, lettin' you stare Yeah, it all went down 'round these four walls If it's anyone's fault, it's the lime and the salt For breakin' this broken heart, I blame the bar No, I don't blame you that it didn't work out Even if I used to, baby, I don't know It was the two-for-ones, bein' young and dumb That everybody's gotta go through So, no, I don't blame you For walkin' through the door Snakeskin boots dancin' 'round the floor And I can't blame me for doin' my hair Wearin' those jeans, lettin' you stare Yeah, it all went down 'round these four walls If it's anyone's fault, it's the lime and the salt For breakin' this broken heart, I blame the bar Yeah, for breakin' this broken heart, I blame the bar
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